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DRAVEN

As I held this frail being in my arms, I knew I was in trouble. I managed to appear calm on the outside, but on the inside, it was taking all the power I possessed not to rip her clothes off, right here in the middle of the ball, and take her in all the ways I’d dreamt of in the last three weeks.

Mine.

My beast was shuffling in my head, agitated, wanting to have his mate so badly. I’d committed her scent to memory in the last three weeks after finding out we were mates. When she was away in the temple, I occasionally had to sniff any piece of clothing she had to keep me sane. Her scent enveloped every part of me, and I was counting down the minutes until I finally marked her.

I waited for this all my life, and now that it was in my hands, hell knows I’d never let it go. One of the hardest things I had to do in the last three weeks was keep my hands to myself and not tell her she was mine. I wanted to claim her as many times as possible. I want to be locked up in a room with he